There is a girl who has blonde hair blue eyes.
There is a girl who's outside is a lie.
There is a girl who smiles all the time.
There is a girl pretending to be fine.
This girl says she's ok,
But in reality she knows she isn't.
Theis girl can only hide for so long,
Before it's too late.
To hide her pain she makes a list,
As she brings a razor to her wrist.
She says out loud all her flaws,
Breaking all of societies new and improved laws.
Her wrists weren't enough,
So she moved to her thigh.
Trying to cover up,
Her life as a lie.
She's called awful names
That hurt more than you know.
They vary from bitch, stupid, ugly, fake....
To idiot, friendless, to hoe.
Maybe they didn't mean it,
Maybe they did.
How were they supposed to know?
That you were feeling like shit.
We go from a girl with no friends,
To her saying "I have two words for you.."
THE END....
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Thơ CaThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
